Song Zhiwei was still a little dizzy until she walked out of the bank.

She made thirty-three thousand dollars in less than a day!

Who wouldn't be confused about this matter?

I'm pretty good, but Aunt Liu hasn't come back to her senses yet.

Song Zhiwei held Fu Ya in her arms and held Liu Huizhen in one hand, and walked quickly to the station. It was getting late. If they missed the last bus, it would be difficult for them to go back.

Seeing the sky ...